Rounding out syllables, putting vowels into compromising situations, just to see how they fit together in placements of extraordinary delivery.
Watching as they twist and turn, fitting themselves into workable parables of prose.
Telling intimate stories from memory, progressing slowly into centuries of silent behaviors as secrets are secluded in vast plains of mountainous deserts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem